Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Darondo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.